The boat will arrive in less than two hours to pick me up, and I considered dashing out one more painting to round out the collection at twenty, but what is the significance of a number? I’m pleased that I managed nineteen in six days. I plugged in the gas-powered generator to churn out my two cups of coffee, and decided that painting #19 would feature my daily coffee cup.
Before packing them away, I sat down at the conference table in my dwelling and took one more look at the body of work I cranked out this week, wrote for awhile in my journal, and then decided it was time to sit outside and do nothing as I wait for my ride.
So long for now, and a thousand “thank yous” to all of you who kept me company this past week.
Thanks always for reading.
I paint in order to remember.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.
June 12, 2015 at 9:43 am |
Wonderful work!
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June 12, 2015 at 8:44 pm |
Thank you, Cassie. Finally I’m on the mainland, and can reply with just one try!
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June 12, 2015 at 10:02 am |
the seascapes remind me of homer’s… you must have a bit of a torn feeling, leaving the cocoon of the island and merging back to that other life.
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June 12, 2015 at 10:36 am |
You’re much too kind, thank you. I feel it’s a sacrilege to mention my name in the company of Homer. I saw his retrospective at Art Institute of Chicago and didn’t want to leave! The boat has arrived and we’re loading. I’m glad to sharexthis, moment with my other “remote” artist friend.
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June 12, 2015 at 10:39 am
buen viaje! enjoy the trip across the water.. and when you have time, if you’ve not read any of walter anderson’s writings/stories about him, you’ll appreciate them now.
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June 12, 2015 at 8:42 pm
Walter Anderson is next on my list. I’m intrigued by what you’ve said of him.
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June 12, 2015 at 9:40 pm
start here.. it sort of softens his story, which is quite shocking in parts.. he was 100 percent artist who struggled to find his way to a reclusive life where he thrived as an artist…
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June 12, 2015 at 4:51 pm |
There’s a moment of whimsy. You will be back home now re aligning your mind and your life, enjoying the sensation of being home, missing the solitude and peace which comes dropping free from the veils of the dawn to where the cricket sings.
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June 12, 2015 at 8:45 pm |
You said it better than I could, Tony. Thank you for your friendship and undying encouragement.
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